Resolve
Savage, blood-shot eyes—
the proof of his bloodline
Swift movement;
keen senses—
abilities that one from the Uchiha clan could obtain
Popularity confined him—
he did not wish this
Only one goal remained significant in his eyes:
the death of the man who massacred his clan—
the life—at one time—he knew
Inevitably, he finally confronted this malevolent man—
nii-sama—his older brother
Unnatural rage surged through him;
one goal set in mind—
Uchiha Itachi must die.
Despite his nonstop training;
new techniques he learned;
the tables had turned
Something happened that he didn't predict would occur—
Chidori—a deadly jutsu,
easily avoided by a swift interference of his hand
Plummeted towards the wall,
newfound realization had struck him—
he was the same as he was that day;
no amount of training had changed him—
Itachi stood as the victor; and him—
the weak little boy who feared death
Broken pride engulfed him;
tainted blood caked his handsome features;
a tight grip around his neck choked him
Bending down to face his younger brother,
he whispered, "You are weak."
"Doshite—why?" he wanted to ask;
the difference in their power hadn't altered;
he needed to know why
"Because you lack hatred," Itachi answered
It had suddenly became clear to him—
Sasuke had to form a resolve